Chapter 8
8
CARTER
M y girl just had her first orgasm. I knew that was the case, not because she revealed she was a virgin. Virgins could have orgasms and remain virgins. No, the wowed expression on her face when she came down gave it away.
“Can we do that again?” Ana asked.
I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “We can do that as many times as you want.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “You called me darling.”
I couldn’t stop staring at her tits. I only wished it were brighter out here so I could see every little detail of that banging body of hers.
“I did,” I said. “Is that bad?”
She shook her head. “I liked it.”
She looked over at me, a naughty smile on her face. Damn, she was hot. I had to keep her from leaving this town. I had to somehow convince her that her future was here with me.
Her gaze scanned the length of my body, landing on my underwear. “Take those off,” she said. “If you want to, that is. Or I can.”
I shook my head. “Stick with ‘take those off.’ I like when you order me around.”
“That’s good to know. I’ve been told I’m bossy.”
“I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
Especially in the bedroom. I didn’t add that part, but I thought it. Yes, I’d always had a weak spot for strong-minded, self-confident women. And she checked those boxes easily.
I pushed myself to a seated position, wiggled out of my underwear, and tossed them to the side. I winced at just how massive my erection was. And when I turned to look at her, I saw she’d noticed too.
She’d pushed herself up on her elbows, which only forced her chest forward more, emphasizing those beautiful breasts. But her eyes were on my cock, and they were wide as saucers.
“I’ve never seen one in person before,” Ana said. “Can I…?”
She didn’t finish that sentence. She just reached out and wrapped her hand around it, gaze lowering, homing in on that one part of my body.
No way was I going to stop her. Although I would have to stop her soon, or I’d come all over her hand.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked. “I just move up and down?”
I nodded, even though she wasn’t looking at me. I assumed she could see me out of the corner of her eye.
“Mm-hmm,” was all I could manage as a response.
“Eventually, if I do this long enough, you’ll…”
She didn’t finish that sentence. She knew exactly what would happen. I was pretty sure of that.
“Am I doing it right?” she asked again.
She cast those innocent eyes up at me, and I melted a little inside. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful. It was that she seemed to know exactly what to say to get me even more turned on. The way she pretended she didn’t know what she was doing… Okay, maybe she didn’t, exactly, but she was definitely playing up the innocent act because she could see it turned me on.
“I’ll get better at this,” she said. “I promise.”
“You’re doing just fine, darling,” I said, using that word again.
She sucked in a breath, and I watched those tits rise and fall. It was definitely going to be hard to hold out if this kept up.
“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.
Ana looked up at me with a quizzical expression. I put my hand on hers.
“Can you stop that?” I asked. “It just feels too damn good.”
Those adorable little lips formed an O. I wanted to kiss them. But first…
“Which way would be more comfortable for you?” I asked. “You know, with it being your first time and all.”
The O didn’t budge. Her lips stayed in the same position. She was surprised we were moving this along so fast.
“I could make you come again,” I said. “If, you know, you want to wait a little longer.”
She shook her head. “No, you’re right. It’s time.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, closing her eyes and pursing her lips. When she opened them, I could see it. Determination.
“You lay down,” she said. “I’ll be on top.”
I wasn’t sure that would be the most comfortable, but she was in charge. With her on top, she’d be able to take control of things. I wouldn’t have to guess how deep to go. She’d take me in—as much as she could until it hurt.
I lay down exactly where I sat, staring up at the sky as she’d done minutes earlier. When she stood, I wasn’t sure what she was doing. Then I remembered—her underwear was still on. She had to take it off.
As she stepped out of it and tiptoed over to me, I got a full view of her beautiful pussy. She straddled me, then lowered herself directly onto my shaft. I opened my mouth to stop her—to tell her not to go too fast.
But it was too late. She’d already wrapped her hand around my cock and lowered herself onto me. She stopped just a few inches in and threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut.
“Holy hell, that hurt,” she said. “Nobody told me it would be this bad.”
I’d put a hand on each of her thighs at some point, and now I stared up at her with concern as she breathed quick breaths, like a pregnant woman preparing for childbirth.
“Take your time,” I said. “There’s no hurry. We have all night.”
I’d stay out here all night with her, helping her break in that tight pussy with the pain she was going through. We’d definitely be one and done tonight.
This was why I should have been on top. I could’ve slowed things down. I had a feeling Ana was going to try to be a hero, take on far more pain than she should. I didn’t want her to hurt. It was a necessary pain, but I wanted to protect her from it.
And that was how I knew I was falling in love. I’d stayed far, far away from anything having to do with that word most of my life. Yet here I was, buried inches deep in a woman I’d just met, knowing I’d do anything for her. I’d give my life to protect her. Never, ever had I felt that before. Even when I thought I was in love.
“Maybe if you touch me like you did earlier,” she said.
I smiled. There was nothing I would rather do right now than make her feel pleasure. Maybe it would offset some of the pain.
At the same time my thumb found her clit, I reached the other hand up and ran my other thumb around her nipple. She’d liked that earlier, and I made a mental note that her nipples were extra sensitive. That was a good thing—yet another way I could give my woman pleasure.
Yes, Ana was my woman. I realized that as I watched her bounce gently up and down on me, not taking me too deep, but pushing past the pain. I was never letting her go. I was going to make her come again and again and again for the rest of her life. I just had to find a way to make her see that she belonged here in Seduction Summit with me.
“You okay?” I asked.
Her eyes popped open. She looked down at me and nodded.
“It’s getting easier,” she said. “It’s actually starting to feel good. Is that normal?”
I nodded. “I think so. I don’t know.”
She wasn’t going deep at all, but I didn’t mind. She was having to hold herself up a little. Her thighs might get tired before either of us came.
“Just focus on what I’m doing to you,” I said, continuing to stroke her in both places.
My thumb slid across her nipple. She let out a little gasp, so I did that again. And again. Each time, she made a noise and her bounces became more extreme. She didn’t seem to be in pain at all. She was going deeper on me. Maybe she was doing exactly as I suggested—focusing on the pleasure, not the pain.
“Oh yes, keep doing that,” she said, bouncing faster and faster.
She reached up and grabbed her other breast—the one I wasn’t touching. I closed my eyes. The sight shoved me right to the edge, and I needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until she?—
“Ah, ah, ah .”
Her voice echoed through the silence. But back here, if anyone heard, they’d just assume it was wildlife. I opened my eyes and watched as she threw her head back, riding out her orgasm. And that was when I dropped the last of my restraints. I focused on Ana—the feel of her, the way her walls were still clenching me as her orgasm waned—and within seconds, I was shooting my seed into her.
As my orgasm took over my body, I let out a sound that might scare the neighbors. They’d probably assume it was a bear’s roar…if anyone was outside to hear.
When I finally stilled, Ana collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in the moonlight and wondering what it would take to make sure I held her like this every night for the rest of my life.